Friday, May 10, 2019

Food fight By Mazzlin

The sticky brown goodness drips down my hand as a 
long black tongue raps around the cone ripping it from 
my hand and leaving my view. 

All of a sudden my soft salt covered chip disappears 
into the jaws of my friend the brown spotted giraffe then 
walks away again. 

The greasy fur flows between my fingers as I say good 
bye to my brown spotted friend “see u tomorrow zoo I 
cant miss work” I say. 

By Mazzlin

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